Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 668: The Misfits' Squad

Shanying received some rather bad news and then made a very tentative decision.

I want a plane!
Although it is just a C-27A 'Spartan transport aircraft', an old model from the 90s, its value is clearly there.

Originally Shanying wanted to go to the Marriott Hotel, but now he stayed in the airport and started to slack off.

As a senior agent who had never led a big scene, Kobe's leadership was greatly tested at this moment.

Not only was a team of SEAL Team Six sent on the plane, but also a group of "bad friends" were sent to him according to his list.

Among them were his former colleagues from the Naval Criminal Investigative Service, the military police, the ATF agents who had made mistakes, and colleagues who had been sitting on the bench at the Department of Homeland Security...

In principle, these people are all considered to be within the system, but when Shanying saw them, he simply couldn't associate these misfits with the image of the system.

A fat, greasy white woman with pigtails, dark circles under her eyes, and a Gothic girl skirt in the cold weather, Penny Garcia, nicknamed 'Google'.

A hippie named Eric Rowan, who was holding a marijuana cigarette, had dark circles under his eyes, and was as skinny as if he had just seen the light of day after spending more than a decade in Pansi Cave. His nickname was "Playboy".

A handsome guy, but with a sad face all day long and looks like he is eating shit, Jack Dean, nicknamed "Lie".

A redneck with a big beard, who shows off his muscular muscles wherever he goes as if he had taken several pounds of steroids, and has violent tendencies, Nick Foster, nicknamed "The Felon".

A man with glasses lenses thicker than the bottom of a wine bottle, who looks elegant but always looks vulgar when seeing women, Cooper Ryan, nicknamed "Hawkeye".

There is also a bomb disposal expert from the ATF nicknamed 'Siren', and an old man from the Department of Homeland Security's data room nicknamed 'Camera'.

This group of misfits opened Shanying's eyes, and he soon understood why they were banished to the cold palace by their respective units...

The fat girl 'Google' has been complaining about the poor working environment since she entered the command center...

The plane was uncomfortable when she came here, her ear pressure has not recovered yet, the office floor is warped, the desk is uneven, the chair is uncomfortable, the computer screen is too small, the angle of sunlight shining into the room is uncomfortable, etc., etc.

She keeps babbling so much that one wants to pull out her tongue and tie a knot in it!
As soon as Huahua entered the door, he set his eyes on Daria. When he wanted to strike up a conversation with her, the butcher, who couldn't stand her, punched him in the nose, causing it to become crooked.

The bad-tempered 'felon' wanted to stand up for his companion, but was pinned to the ground by the mailbox and the pirate, and the three of them wrestled together.

The wretched man 'Eagle Eyes' took advantage of everyone's attention to bend down and pretend to tie his shoelaces, and secretly took pictures of Daria's skirt with his mobile phone. Then Daria, who was so angry that she laughed, stepped on his mobile phone and broke one of his fingers.

When Shanying chatted with Sam and the others for a few minutes and returned to the small building, Butcher and the others were already really angry. No matter how Kobe and his partners Dutch and Dannon tried to dissuade them, they were determined to teach these newcomers a lesson.

Dutch and Dannon, two former Marines, were not in a good mood either. These newcomers not only had many problems, but were also foul-mouthed and foul-handed. When they were trying to stop a fight, they actually joined the fight halfway.

The signalmen like the butcher were cruel, but the performance of the "felon" was really exaggerated. He could hold the mailbox and beat the pirates, and he could also break the pigeon's head and crooked the butcher's nose.

This guy is 300 meters tall and weighs nearly pounds. He has no so-called routines or rules in fighting. He just relies on his strong body and thick skin to punch his opponent.

If Kobe hadn't gotten angry and found six people to hold down the serious criminal, things would have definitely gone in a worse direction.

Shanying was so angry at this scene that he laughed. He signaled to Snowshoe to put down the hammer with his eyes, and then spread his hands to Kobe who looked embarrassed and said: "This is the 'refugee group' you wanted. What the hell is this?"

Seeing the serious criminal being carried into a room, Shanying was about to speak when a loud bang was heard from the door...

"boom……"

A semicircular bulge appeared on the iron door, obviously caused by the guy hitting it with his head.

The Eagle took a step back in fear, then looked at Kobe and said incredulously, "What the hell did you do with a mania?
What use is there for such a fellow?"

As he spoke, Shanying looked at the 'Eagle Eyes' who was bleeding from his nose and secretly looking at Dalia's calf, and the playboy who just finished a fight and didn't forget to say a few witty words to Dalia. He suddenly felt it was very funny...

"One manic, two nymphomaniacs, what other surprises do these guys have?"

The fat loli 'Google' who was using an alcohol spray bottle to disinfect her workstation raised her hand and shouted: "I like COS and love the ACG culture..."

Shanying was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and nodded and said, "Yeah, Kobe's dad will buy you toys and comics..."

After saying that, Shanying turned his eyes to the bitter-faced 'lie'. The guy covered his acid-regurgitated stomach and said with a wry smile: "I am an interrogation expert, and I can also stick to being a profiler when necessary..."

The bomb disposal expert of the ATF saw that everyone was looking at him. He spread his hands and said, "I am a bomb disposal expert. I used to serve in EOD and was deployed to Afghanistan three times. When necessary, I can also work part-time in the field. I am a good commando."

After hitting a wall with Dalia again, Playboy touched his nose and said, "I'm a good criminal case detective. I have a good nose and am good at trace analysis...

I'm not very good at fighting, but I can shoot." The wretched man Hawkeye noticed that everyone was looking at him, he raised his hand awkwardly and said: "I used to be responsible for monitoring and squatting, and I could also install monitoring, eavesdropping devices and the like...

I can't use a gun, and I can't fight!"

Shanying was amused by the group. He looked at Kobe, who had an embarrassed expression, and said, "Hey, man, where did you find these crooked melons and cracked dates?"

Kobe smiled bitterly at the irony, and he pulled an old man who was watching the fun with a coffee cup in his hand and said, "This is Frank Mosley, nicknamed 'Camera', my colleague in the archives room of the Department of Homeland Security.

Playboy and Felon were my former NCIS colleagues, and the others were introduced by the camera.

This old guy's brain is like a computer. He can remember everything he has seen."

"Hypermia?"

Shanying looked at the ordinary old man in front of him with a little surprise. He asked curiously: "Do you really remember everything?"

The old man held the coffee in both hands and took a sip carefully. He smiled and said, "I don't remember everything. After all, there are many things in it that I am not interested in, and there are many things that I cannot understand."

The old man spoke calmly. The fat girl from Google came up to him curiously and whispered stealthily, "Sir, are the aliens in Area 51 real?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "This is confidential. If I tell it, I will end up in jail!"

When Google heard this, it jumped up and down excitedly...

"That means aliens really exist..."

The old man smiled and said nothing, then looked at Kobe and said, "You have all signed confidentiality agreements and have seen some secrets that you cannot tell.

But the reality is that 95% of America’s so-called secrets can be found in newspapers.

We have to keep silent about things that everyone already knows...

This system is extremely stupid and has no binding force on high-ranking politicians. It only restricts those of us who actually work.

But for $8 a year, we have to put up with this boring system.”

The old man's words were very interesting. He did not directly answer Google's question, but replaced it with another answer related to the system...

At this time, the listeners will make guesses based on their own standpoints. Those who believe will naturally think that the old man is trying to cover up something, while those who don't believe will put themselves in his shoes and feel that this situation is caused by the federal government's shitty confidentiality system.

To sum up, it’s the same as no answer!
Area 51 is still a secret!
The old man easily used his identity to draw everyone's attention. He looked back and forth between Kobe and Mountain Eagle and said with a smile, "It seems that you still have doubts about the selection of the refugee group.

I can guarantee that they are the most suitable and capable people Kobe can find at the moment.

To outsiders, they looked like losers or freaks, but the fact that they weren’t fired said a lot.”

The old man glanced at the wretched Hawkeye and said with a smile, "This guy has a serious sex addiction, but he stayed in a car for 29 days to wait for a serial killer, and then caught the killer when he returned to the crime scene.

Playboy was expelled from the FBI due to severe mental disorders and then recruited to the Department of Homeland Security. He can determine the gender, height and weight of a suspect based on a footprint, and can even restore the suspect's appearance based on a blurry surveillance image. He is an artist!
Lie is a master of interrogation who is not recognized by the mainstream because he can tell whether a person is lying through micro-expressions, and at the same time use personality profiling, stimulation and mind control to make suspects confess.

Unfortunately, his interrogation methods are always exploited by the other party's lawyers for legal loopholes...

Kobe called me for help and told me he wanted to put together a real investigation team, so I recommended them.

They're not perfect, but they're the best people we could find in a short period of time..."

Shanying understood immediately that the old man's camera was telling everyone that those super elites who were on the rise or had stable jobs would never come here to join this so-called refugee group...

But he doesn't care about this at the moment. After all, these people are not his subordinates, and Kobe will be the one to clean up the mess if they get into trouble.

He looked at the playboy who lit up a marijuana stick in front of everyone and said, "As long as there is surveillance, you can draw a picture of the people inside."

Playboy nodded slightly and said, "That depends on the angle of the image in the surveillance video. I need at least half of the front face to restore the suspect's appearance to more than 70%."

Shanying heard this, waved to Dalia and said, "Dalia, show him the hotel's surveillance..."

Shanying looked at Kobe and said, “No matter how well he can be restored, compare it with all the photos of Miranda on the Internet and find someone who looks similar.

I don’t believe that the angel of death is invisible…”

(End of this chapter)